Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.

Until she uploaded her day’s photos onto the computer, she never noticed the shadow in each of them.

“What the…” She trailed off, confused. Her photography expeditions she did alone for this particular reason. In each photo she saw the same shadow, behind her off to the side. She flashed to a memory with her father who had been in a hit and run a few years back and had died in the hospital.

She remembers crying by his side, being angry and sad. Her crying had woken him up and he’d said, “Don’t cry baby girl, I’ll always be with you.”

She felt herself tearing up at the memory. She stood in front of a mirror, took a picture, and uploaded it to her computer. Lo and behold, there was the shadow standing a few feet behind her. Tears fell down her face as she laughed, cherishing the shadow.

Water is life is still an actual fact as of today, Sunday December 4th 2016. All living things require fresh, clean water. If you believe anything is more valuable than water you are insane. If your words and actions do anything against protecting our water you are a criminal. We must respect our water. Peace and love have a blessed day.

This week’s entry:

“Cori, look out the window,” her father said.

She looked up from her book and her eyes were met with a scene so picturesque. Their car followed a narrow winding path on a cliff. On the left was a treacherous mountain that looked like rocks could come tumbling down any moment. Cori marked her place in her book, Tidewater, and opened the window, sticking her head out. Her mother fussed at her to get back inside, but she ignored her and stuck her narrow figure further out. Across from them was an identical pathway on a cliff but in the opposite direction, a dense lush forest bordering the opposing path. She wished they were driving on the other side, closer to the trees. Below each cliff was a rushing river with large rocks jutting out. Cori squinted her eyes and off in the distance she swore she saw someone in a canoe or a kayak, battling the water with a neon paddle. Continue reading Fiction Friday 11/18/2016→

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Ch 3

The Shift Runners moved through the other people in the room so they could be closest to the Valdoobal. Three individuals led the way: Domenic, Haywood, and Ezekiel, friends of the girl who was taken.They spread out across the front so they could each analyze and dissect the ancient beings.

Domenic, werewolf of the three, stood front and center at a pleasant 6’3″. As much as he was outside his skin was still a little pale with light hair and thusly considered the defect of his litter, nevermind the fact that he was one of their best fighters and situational analysts.

As if he were steam passing through a grate, Ezekiel maneuvered his lean frame to the right, scanning the bunch as he passed. He kept his eyes low for many glanced his way, trailing his path, drawn to him. For a witch he was well built, a cross between a cyclist and a swimmer with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a smirk that could turn metal to liquid. He got settled in position and wondered where Haywood was.

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday. Every Friday I will post some of my writing. If you missed the last chapter, check it out here.

Here is this Friday’s:

Ch 2

Her arms and legs glided through the water, as if her and it were one. Her fingertips touched the wall and she flipped, turning and heading in the opposite direction. The familiar ache of her lungs relaxed her, allowing her mind to be empty as her body worked. Her head turned for air as her arms circled above her head, ready to butterfly down the lane. It was her favorite stroke because it allowed her to swim like a mermaid, like she belonged in the water, was born to be in it.

After a couple more laps she decided to head to shore. It was about midday, few clouds in the sky, a tender breeze caressing the water. She heard what sounded like a fog horn and looked around, confused. This was a lake.

She chalked it up to being tired and swam a little faster towards shore. She heard the sound again and spun completely around, nothing in sight. Hmm, she wondered just what that noise was. She peered around the lake but saw no source of the sound.

Unexpectedly a wave came at her, and then another, higher and higher. Her limbs flailed, trying to stay above water, but she couldn’t. Quickly the wave overtook her and she went under. Her muscles cramped up as she fought to get to the surface. Anxiety and panic pumped blood through her veins as she kicked, her legs throbbing. It seemed like her fingertips almost touched the surface, but it was more like caressing the underside. Something yanked on her ankle, once, twice quickly before she could even react, and then it started to drag her down. Continue reading Moonrise Ch 2→

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday! Every Friday I will post some of my writing.

Here is this Friday’s:

Ch 1

Her arms pumped, carrying her really, because her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was a boomerang inside her chest. Sweat clung to her brow, dripping down her forehead and threatening her eyesight. Her backpack and her feet hitting the pavement was the only sound that gave her away. Her shirt clung to her back and stomach, sticky, annoying, itchy. She wished she could take it off, let her body breathe.

Thick, wet steps thudded behind her, and her pace nearly doubled because holy shit, there was more than one person following her. Nearly too late, did she vault over a gate, grab a flag pole, and swing herself on top of the closest roof. Darting between buildings and alleys was giving her pursuers an advantage. Continue reading Stone & Metal→